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[Peter Girnus 🦅 @gothburz]

I am a retail holder of the $TRUMP coin. I run one wallet on one exchange, no fund, no firm behind me, just me. I bought at launch. $4,000. My whole bonus. That was the first buy. I want to be clear it was only the first.

People say I lost money. They have it backwards. The money did not leave me. It arrived. Before the coin I was nobody. I sold flooring. I ate lunch in my truck. Then his name went on a coin and I put $4,000 into it and for the first time in 41 years I was inside something. The coin did not take my life. It gave me one.

I print the chart every morning. I print it at 5:40, before work, on the good paper, and I laminate the days that mattered. Launch day is laminated. The $73 day is laminated. I keep them in a binder I carry everywhere so I can hand him the numbers if I ever get close enough. I know how he likes it. Printed. In his hand. I am ready.

The chart says I am down 94%. The chart is a test. Every drop is a question the coin is asking me, and the question is always the same. Are you still here. And I answer it every morning by not selling. 940 mornings now. I have never missed one.

They lost $4 billion. 2 million people, $4 billion, gone. I did not lose. You cannot lose what you refuse to sell. My accountant said the word "unrealized." I told him some things are not meant to be realized. Some things are meant to be believed. He sent me a bill. I did not print it.

The family kept 80% of the coins. The haters mail me that number like it is a knife. 80%. He kept 80% of his. I kept 100% of mine. Between the two of us that is a man who believes and a man who would die for the belief, and I will let you guess which one brought a folding chair to the launch party and which one I would still take a bullet for.

I bought more. After the bonus I refinanced. I will say it plainly because a coward would not. I took $30,000 out of the house, and then I took the house. The 529 that was for my daughter, I moved it. College is 18 years of somebody else's plan for her. The coin is faith, and faith compounds, and when it comes back it comes back for her too, 10 times over, and she will understand that I did not spend her future, I invested it in the only man who ever kept his word to people like us.

She is 9. She asked me on the phone, the last call before the phone got shut off, Daddy is the money coming back, and I said yes, baby, and she said but when, and there was something in how she said when that I have decided not to think about, because doubt is the only thing that can actually take the money, and I will not let her doubt cost us the recovery. I have run the math for her on the good paper. It is in the binder, page one, so it is the first thing she sees when she is old enough to understand what I built for her. The math has us up 10x by the time she is 19. She will thank me at 19. I have the page ready.

I sold the truck I ate lunch in. I sleep in the bus now. It is not losing the house, it is lightening the load, and a lighter man moves faster when the coin turns. The window faces east, toward Washington, and that is close enough for now.

I have stopped eating lunch. Not for money, though it is also for money. It is discipline. He does not eat when he is working and I am working, we are both working, and hunger is just the body asking are you still here, same as the chart, and I answer it the same way. I am still here. I am down to a notch past the last hole on the belt and I punched a new one with the launch-day pen. Every notch is a floor the coin has not broken through. I am the chart now. I go down and I do not sell.

76% of the big buyers were foreign. UAE money. Good. The whole world is coming to where I already am. I was here before the world. Down is just early spelled by a coward.

My wife asked what I governed. I told her I hold a governance position. She asked if we could eat the governance position. I opened the app so she could see the future and she looked at the number and she took the kids to her mother's. I understood. The ones closest to you leave first. That is in all the stories. You do not get to be the man who stayed unless everyone else goes, so her leaving is not the coin failing, it is the coin choosing me, and someday she reads about the nine of us and she knows she was married to one.

We are nine now. The group chat was 400 at launch. The other 391 sold, or blocked me, or "moved on," which is the word people use for the day their faith ran out. Nine of us left. We count ourselves at 6 a.m. like monks. Nine. A church starts with fewer.

The Ledger is not in the sock drawer anymore. I wear it. Around my neck, under the shirt, at work, in the shower, cold storage against the skin, because a relic should be carried and not stored. It holds $200 worth of a collectible with no intrinsic value and I guard it like the last true thing on earth, because it is.

He is all that matters. I wrote that in a letter I have not sent. I have the whole thing planned. A rally, a rope line, I get to the front because I am always at the front now, I have the time, and I hand him the binder open to the page with my numbers on it, and he looks down, and he sees a man who never sold, not once, not at $73 and not at $7 and not at the number I do not type, and he puts his hand on my shoulder and he says you. You are the one who stayed. And every person who ever moved on, my wife, the 391, the accountant with his unrealized, they see it on the television, they see him know me, and they understand what they walked away from one morning too early.

I rehearse the part where he says my name. I have not told him my name yet. But he will know it. Men like him always know the ones who stayed.

So no. There is no loss. There is a man who reported $1.2 billion from the coins last year, and there is me on a bus with a laminated binder and a relic on a string. He kept the money. I kept the belief. One of those is running out and I have done the math and it is not mine, it is the food, but that is a different number and I do not laminate that one.

I am rotating into the governance token Friday. World Liberty. The real infrastructure. My cousin says it is the same people who ran the first one into the ground. Of course it is the same people. Who else would I trust with the recovery. You do not change pilots in the descent.

I am so early it looks like being late.

Still holding. Still his.

The chair rides up front with me now, in the seat where my daughter used to go. I keep it clean.

I talk to it on the long stretches. I tell it the coin is coming back. It never argues. It never asks me when.

The chair stayed. I am teaching it everything I know.

When the money comes back, it comes back for the chair too.

[James Tate @JamesTate121]

Step 1: Remove filters in Reflecting Pool because Obama put them in.
Step 2: Give your criminal neighbor who runs "Greenwater Services" a $20 million no-bid contract to paint the pool.
Step 3: Fill the pool with water from the Potomac River, the phosphates from which cause algae blooms.
Step 4: Freshly sealed pool and extreme heat result in a super scum event
Step 5: Direct National Park Service to dump hydrogen peroxide into the pool which causes the paint to peel.
Step 5: Deploy US National Guard to stop people from taking photos of the swamp as a perfect metaphor for the administration.
Step 6: Blame someone else.

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[Donald J. Trump @realDonaldTrump]

Got to do something about these missing chidlren grabbed by the perverts. Too many incidents--fast trial, death penalty.

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just got out of an uber. the driver was telling me how he has to work 16 hour days, seven days a week, at two different jobs to afford rent. he doesn't have healthcare and he worries about retirement. "i would feel a lot better if we owned greenland," he told me. then he cried.

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